Peter screams at the man on the curb of our property going through the nuts and bolts in buckets that he’s using as a distraction from the very pain and suffering that our super is reigning upon his being right now and I have so little empathy for Peter’s rage and self righteous indignation and the source of that… yet here it is in all it’s vain stupidity, addicted to its own noise and bluster on such a hot summers night.